Chiselled Vessel Of My Heart

Springtime sets and summer blooms
Beneath the light of a silver moon
Quest I breathe, so I am and not deceived

What shallow shelters gentle rain
That falls up my windowpane
No two thoughts are ever the same
But alas my thoughts they still remain

What lies are lived and burden hope
But alas we are free, beneath the scope

One hand in hope for these another
Who could have been my gentle lover
No two wrongs shall make it right
But for the purity of my sweet delight

Sweet tears, release me from my fears
For in the end my death is near
No two breaths are breathed the same
But alas my thoughts they still remain

Foreign words, beside the harp
The chiselled vessel of my heart

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